Sunday's night gala reception at the newly re-opened Rialto was an exceptional one. How could one go wrong with free beverages provided by New Deal Vodka and Miller Brewing? The night was off to a shaky start as my deadly femme fatale bodyguards and I arrived far too early, but once properly lubricated, we were having a swell pinball time.

The doorguy was hesitant and looked at me like a lunatic when I gave him a physical description of a man who should not be let in, and instructed him to confiscate any water projecting devices. No amount of primadonna clout could be pulled: "Do you know who I am? I run the BarFly website, and this is a BarFly party dammit. My dry clothes are at stake here! I don't care if you don't care. If the man in this picture tries to get in, search him for a squirt gun and 86 his ass, or I'll have your job!"

I didn't say that, exactly, regardless, the dorrguy was not amused and looked at me as if I was an annoyance, as did the reception girl handing out information.

Peg was hobbling around on crutches because he broke his foot off his fake leg. Yes, that's right, his fake leg was broken. And all of these gals took sympathy on him, and then Dave J. and Professor Seth tripped him outside, and then proceeded to beat him with his crutches. I talked to the guy who snapped a photo, I certainly hope you will send it to me: kyle@barflymag.com

By the way, Peg dippings and beatings are nothing new, as seen here and here.

Jason is in town this week, he had to miss the BarFly party, but I'm supposed to meet him and ShanRock at the Shanghai Tunnel around 6:00 for a little fuck it nostalgia. Perhaps another exciting story shall ensue.